I once had girl,

Or should I say,

She once had me;

She showed me her room,

Isn't it good,

Norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere.

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rug,

Biding my time,

Drinking her wine,

We talked until two,

And then she said,

"It's time for bed."

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.

I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke,

I was alone,

This bird had flown;

So I lit a fire,

Isn't it good,

Norwegian wood?